this is just a cod fanfic, idk if ill finish it but ill try idk 😭, anyways have fun ig?
this doesn't like follow the original plot of cod mw1 and 2 AND3 like AT ALL soo yuh
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how does this happen😢
"Huh-what the!" his eyes widened in shock as he dropped the bucket and mop. He quickly ran out of the cell and slammed the metal door shut behind him. He quickly ran up the stairs to inform his captain. Soon more men came downstairs and the cell door was reopened once more, the commander walked in, Vladimir Tarasov. Naomi was just sitting there on a single chair swaying her feet with a bored expression on her face, unbothered by all the men glaring down at her as if she were some scum. "001, you haven't escaped after all." He paused.
"finally warmed up to us ..dear..?" he said sadistically, with a faint smile plastering his face.
"Shut your mouth you sick basta-"
I suddenly felt a sharp stinging pain on my cheek, he slapped me to silence me and got exactly what he wanted, as I only turned to him slowly, my cheek turning red. "I'm not going to ask how you managed to fool us like that, or how you did it or why, but what I am gonna ask is to give us the location." He said very calmly his mood and tone switching immediately from sadistic to calm. "location of what." I said. "don't play dumb, we all know where you aren't, and so do you know that you aren't 001." I just looked at him annoyed. At least the stinging on my cheek together with the redness was lessening.
"sorry don't know what you're talking about." "Bring the tools."
he said, his tone once again switching between calm to impatient, this man was an impatient prick. I knew what was coming, I knew damn well what was about to happen to me.. but I won't utter a single word even if they're about to torture me. And sadly they did, just as I predicted it. I was cut, beaten up, electrified, and mentally tortured, they were trying to break me, brainwash me, torture my poor soul, but I just somehow miraculously wouldn't budge. so at the end of the night, they just gave up... for now. I was left there, on the ground, bleeding and all bruised up. a nurse was called to the scene to patch me up and check in on how bad of a condition I was in, "could be worse."
the nurse replied, no emotion behind that lullaby-like voice of hers, the voice that I adored whenever we used to just exchange simple words with each other. the nurse was older and I was younger, I had gained respect for the older woman, as she was the only one who treated me with at least some decent respect back then... in a way. of course, the nurse couldn't be all friendly with me as the nurse would seem like a traitor otherwise, and she would be otherwise killed, very brutally, that's unfair. weeks later, I was lying on the ground of the cell, it was quite quiet, quieter than usual, am I finally going insane? Have the men who've been torturing me with their weak mental but brutal physical torture methods finally gotten to me with their stupidity? Or was this cold small box cell the doing of my sanity causing me to slightly slip away, or maybe- I suddenly heard an obnoxious and very loud explosion, making my ears ring, I immediately put my hands over my ears, my breath shortening, my eyes widened. my heart pounding faster and faster. I heard faint screams, footsteps, and then even more screams followed by explosions and whatnot. and so I scrambled myself off of the floor from lying down on the cardboard, quickly sitting up, I heard footsteps.. then a loud metal door opening, then I heard even louder footsteps and voices that I did not recognize.. or maybe I did.. has it been that long? have I already forgotten how my teammates sound? or is this someone else? one had a thick British accent, the other sounded slightly Scottish? and the third one..? he sounded more Italian... Russian even maybe, I couldn't put a finger on it. "you reckon she's in one of these cells?" the Scottish guy asked. then the British-like voice answered.
"she might be dead private, let's just hope for the best though, look through all the cell rooms."
"yes sir."
the British and Italian-Russian-like voice said in unison. I heard every door creak open until they tried opening mine. "sir this one's locked, do we breach it?" the scot guy said. "well obviously not you idiot, what if she's in there?" the Italian-Russian voice said in a scolding like manner, the British guy just stayed quiet. I quickly hid behind the door in the corner, they managed to get the door to open, and as it slowly opened a gun stuck out, but it slowly lowered.
"sir no one's in this one as we-"
the Scottish guy got swept off his feet, and was held in a chokehold like a grip with my legs, as I held the gun against his neck, my gaze never faltering as the others looked at me shocked.
"calm down, we are here to rescue you naomi." Roach responded. Roach held out his hand towards me. lowering his gun completely.
"im impressed that you've actually survived so far." I stayed silent for a bit, before my voice croaked out
"how did you guys manage to get in here without getting yourself killed.. is it just you three..?"
I asked hesitantly. I was pale, body scarred and bruised, I looked dehydrated and skinny, probably starved for a week or so.. the guys looked at me with a horrified expression.
"we will answer all your questions later Naomi.. but- can you please get off of me!" Soap groaned in annoyance, I was still choking him with my legs, he was staring to struggle with breathing.
"right sorry.." I quickly got up, but kept holding onto the gun.
"let us escort you to the chopper." Roach said. Ghost kept being awfully quiet.. what an asshole.. didnt even ask if i was okay.
"where's captain price?" "he is in a different country right now.. thats where and how he found out where you were being held"
Soap said, as he looked down at my body more properly now for the first time, he realised how i was shivering.. the clothes i was wearing, ripped, dirtied, bloodied, and what not else.
"you have no shoes?" he asked calmly, as if he hadn't blown up the place into bits just mere minutes ago.
I shook my head, and so he nodded and without a warning he picked me up bridal style. "may i?" he asked respectfully, not waiting for an answer he just started walking off, the two, roach and ghost following.
when they reached upstairs, I looked around as my eyes widened, a lot.. of dead bodies, and then my heart skipped a beat, as if time stopped for a second, the only one who cared for me even just a little bit in this damned place, was dead.
obviously they didnt kill the woman on purpose.. or maybe they did, she was their enemy afterall.. as she worked for them as their nurse.. maybe the nurse didn't even want to work for them but was forced.. just like they were trying to force me..
I looked away.. and just let out a shaky breath, feeling slightly dizzy, smelling the gunpowder, blood and smoke in the air.
the men stepped outside with me, it was freezing.. and with the thin clothes I had on.. it made my already low temperature go down by a lot immediately.
I was already feeling so weak and weary.. this worsened my state.. and in the end.. I passed out due from the cold, all that blood, gun powder and smoke in the air, it was all too much.
